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shit on - trenchmobb lyrics

[intro]
dj jay boy

[chorus]
i bought the bentley truck, i had to sh*t on ’em, i had to hop in a phantom
i got his b*tch in a parkin’ lot, she tryna bust a lot, sayin’ i’m handsome
don’t do well with no arguments, my brothers ain’t talkin’, they hold you for ransom
i got a feeling he prolly don’t like me ’cause his b*tch had f*cked me on camera

[post*chorus]
shawty, she f*cked on my instagram (instagram)
lil’ mama know i’m a businessman
slide back and forth like it tennis, man
i gave ten racks to my dentist, man
i fell in love with them benjamins
i made ’em stack to the ceiling fan
in this game, b*tch, i’m a veteran
my pockets all vegetarian

[verse 1]
i hop out the coupe, got that sh*t on me
i be talkin’ ’bout sh*t, keep that stick on me
fell in love with a b*tch, we got history
every time that we ride, we gon’ keep scoring
put my dawg in the trap, get the bricks flowin’
prolly could hit that b*tch, but the b*tch borin’
i get right the racks, i’ma keep goin’
get like ten off the back oversea tourin’
i’m just tryna get rich as a motherf*cker
i can’t hang with a leech that’s a blood*sucker
we came right out the dirt from a mud puddle
i’ma slide by myself, f*ck a stunt double
you can’t f*ck up that bread or you in trouble
if i pass you that rock, boy, you can’t fumble
we just might hit some blocks, see that big bundle
when i up with that glock, hit that b*tch, stung ’em
[chorus]
i bought the bentley truck, i had to sh*t on ’em, i had to hop in a phantom
i got his b*tch in a parkin’ lot, she tryna bust a lot, sayin’ i’m handsome
don’t do well with no arguments, my brothers ain’t talkin’, they hold you for ransom
i got a feeling he prolly don’t like me ’cause his b*tch had f*cked me on camera

[verse 2]
no, i don’t buy bags for b*tches
jump out the coupe and i bag these b*tches
she let me f*ck ’cause i paid for extensions
tell you the truth, all my glocks got extensions
prayin’ to god for my dawgs left in prison
for sosa and shay we will make you go missin’
my hearts are cold like the month of december
we’ll bomb your block like eleventh, september
baby girl, sorry, i’m high now
no, i don’t got time to talk now
don’t give a f*ck ’bout your boyfriend
if he wanna fight then we bringin’ them glocks out
got a stick in the moncler
light you up like we in times square
i paid him a thousand to stop at givenchy
designer my footwear
[chorus]
i bought the bentley truck, i had to sh*t on ’em, i had to hop in a phantom
i got his b*tch in a parkin’ lot, she tryna bust a lot, sayin’ i’m handsome
don’t do well with no arguments, my brothers ain’t talkin’, they hold you for ransom
i got a feeling he prolly don’t like me ’cause his b*tch had f*cked me on camera

- trenchmobb lyrics

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